Leaving home today, I’m going through a check list in my head: I packed some spare diapers, wipes, baby cream, spare clothes, another shirt for myself in case baby pukes on me, his toys, water, hat, socks. Since I’m going on a business meeting (yes, with the baby), I also bring the notebook. I’ll drop by the bank, so I’m having all the bills that I need to pay, and IDs. Than, my sunglasses, fan, and a hundred miracles hidden in each and every female bag. Car keys, apartment, keys and – here we go!
Traffic jam. That, at least, in the era of mobile communications, is not a problem – I’ll phone to say I’ll be late! However, checking the “check list” was a fiasco: I forgot my cell phone. “Well, well,” I thin to myself, “I’m not THAT late, and we had a pretty sharp agreement on where and when to meet, so, I could do without a mobile.”
But reaching the destination, I realize that I cannot pay the parking ticket, because I cannot send a message! So, I stay in the car waiting for a parking controller who could sell me a ticket. Finally, there comes one! “Two hours, please!”. He doesn’t have a change. OK, I run to the pharmacy, to buy whatever, in order to get some coins.
Meanwhile, the person I’m supposed to meet, calls me to say he’s even
more late, but my phone is ringing merrily in the middle of the living room! Somehow we manage to finally meet.
I continue to my parents’ home, where my dad is supposed to wait for me. But, he’s out. As I still don’t have my mobile, I circle around the building, waiting for him to show up. I get angry because I allowed myself to depend on a small, stupid gadget, of which one “can get brain cancer!”
With my husband, with whom I exchange dozens of messages daily, I communicate by borrowing mobiles from whoever I meet. With other people I don’t communicate at all, because having cell phone, don’t know anyone’s number by heart.
Finally I’m home. My mobile sweetheart is “sleeping” on the charger: 7 missed calls, 11 new messages. It is absurd that I still haven’t read them 
I survived the day without a mobile. The world has not collapsed. If I had written something like this ten years ago, you would have thought that I was a total addict. But now you understand how I feel, don’t you?
I understand you perfectly, Milica. I would like from day to day to have my mobile forgotten, just to relax my mind.
Good text.
Alex